Proximity of the Beloved One（1/2）

Johann Wolfgang Vohe

I thk of thee, whehe sun his beas

Oer o flgs;

I thk of thee, whehe oonlight gleas

In silvry sprgs.

I see thee, when upon the distant ridge

The dt awakes;

At idnights hour, when on the fragile bridge

The wanderer quakes.

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